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Baze and Bug time

Bug always wondered where he had gone wrong. Was it when he was born, when his Mom Over Dosed in the backyard. Was it when he was old enough and smart enough to steal a candy bar from the local store or when he first got into a fight?

Bug also wondered where he gone so right. He had found a brother, a sister and the love of his life in the mud pits they called foster homes.

But despite this good luck he had become the one person he had hated all of his life…his father. He hated his father Jon. He was a complete ass hole, child beater, alcoholic and simply and all around unpleasant man to be around.

Now he had hurt the one person who meant more to him than his own life. He had hurt Lux, his girlfriend, the love of his life, the light of his life. He had hurt her and now he was afraid he had lost him to Abcrombie, that rich pretty boy whose worst fear was probably slipping under a 2.0 GPA, or he'll be kicked off his precious football team.

He needed to make it right…but he needed advice…from a male, adult preferably. The only two that came to mind were probably ready to strangle him at this point. On he didn't know well enough to feel comfortable…but the other seemed to know what happens when you truly piss off and hurt a woman.

He had no choice but to go to the Den of the Lion. He pulled up his bike and drove downtown. He was nervous as hell…perhaps more so than when he had told Lux he loved her.

He stood in front of the door and readied himself for the onslaught; he reached up and tapped twice on the door, and waited …and waited…and waited. Finally a man opened the door; his eyes grew wide then his face angry.

"You have a lot of nerve to show up here boy. You know I can kick your ass eight different times before Sunday?" growled a livid Baze

"I know and frankly I need a good ass whoppin'. But right now I need some advice…and there is no one else to talk to and since you're the biological father of my girlfriend…and I have no other male relatives or foster parents to talk with you're the closest option."

"Ok Bug I'm listening."

"I hurt Lux…not physically I could never do that no matter how upset or angry I might get with her. But I called her some names that shouldn't have and I'm afraid…that I'm turning into my father…" Bug looked down and for a moment looked like a shy fifteen year old boy rather than the street hardened eighteen year old man he was.

"You father?"

"Yea…my child beating, impulsive alcoholic father. I don't want that…Baze can you give me some advice…what should I do." He turned his dark eyes up to Baze.

"I will say for you to leave and get away from this town for a while. Just leave and think about what you should do with your life. Don't let anyone know where you're going and just see where the road takes you. Come back when you think you're ready." Baze walked back into the room and rummaged through his closet and pulled out a box. He handed it to him, "Here you'll need this…they're wings. Two silver wings pins that go on a jacket, I wore them on my letter man jacket when I was in high school. I got them from and older guy who said I could make something of myself if I could focus on going up and not down. Go and go up always up and come back down when you're ready."

Baze closed the door and left Bug out in the street red and green neon lights flickering across the planes of his face. He opened the small box and saw the two silver wings. He smiled and pinned one to the shoulder of his jacket then looked at the second one and clutched it in his hand.

He jumped on his bike and drove off to a house. He knew where he was going, he was going there and nothing was going to stop him.

He stopped a block away from the house so not to attract attention. He walked the rest of the way before he found the house he was headed for he climbed the cherry tree up the attic window and pried it open. He saw her. The sleeping angel with a halo of golden hair spread out over the sheets.

"…Lux…" he whispered and kissed her tear stained cheek. He left the second pin on a cherry flower on top of the mahogany wood bedside table. He took one last longing look at his love and left the same way he came, he ran back to his bike and took off. He knew where he was going; he had heard that Napa was beautiful in the spring.

The next morning Lux awoke he had dreamed that Bug had comeback and pinned silver wings to her back and watched as she floated away from him both their eyes streaming with tear. She spotted the open window and the cherry blossom with the silver wing pin on top. She picked it up and sobbed her heart breaking as she went through every memory she had of him. A total of four years. She grabbed the blue pea coat and pinned the wing to the lapel and left her room with a picture of Bug and her under a cherry tree in the park kissing softly, an amazing picture taken by her sister Natasha.

She looked away from the window where a breeze carried in their petal and blossoms littering her bed, and walked down the stairs.